Where to begin?
With what has no start or ending,
Or linear form of man,
A principle that transcends all planes,
The only constant,
Ripples through eternity,
The eye that perceives everything,

Nature of the world,
(Seen in atoms),
All spheres that make one,
(Move in circles),
And orbit something that orbits something,
Primary of Primaries,
On and on...

So what can we make of this?
We're merely just mice,
To cosmic monoliths that blink in our time,
We're dwarfed on all sides,
So focused on life,
It seems long when in truth we're barely alive,
What purpose to it all?
What truth can we find?
With so much waiting there to drown our small minds,
But then consider it,
The solipsist's eye,
That this is all projected from deep inside,

For the universe and the microcosm traverse,
All obscurity between the farthest stars and earth,
Like reflections of the cosmos on the sea,
They are symbols earth plays host to galaxies,

So, like pillars on the tree,
The earthbound and free,
Can know a bond across eternity,
For in titans of space,
The principle is traced,
And even mice can cast a great shadow.

We are sailing through aeons on an ocean of rounded harmony,
A break in the waves a cosmic second and we will cease to be,
We are seeking out constants in a questionable reality,
Can there be one factor that persists through all levels to clarity?
We are searching the stars when all the answers lie introspectively,
A place of all mirrors,
Can the circle transcend the illusory?

So much beauty to find in the rotations of all spheres,
But beware of the adverse or be trapped in routine years,
Everything has happened yet can happen all again,
For the concentric circles harness power of all When.

Water in the spirit of all things that live and die,
Old as all creation,
Made of spheres immune to time,

Each drop sending waves,
(Concentric Circles)
Through all of existence,
(Concentric Circles)
All stories the same,

Sea primordial,
Self-created god of gods in oneness,
Start and end is all the same,
Looks far with close eyes and is immersed in life,
Unending by nature,
Rain falls hard,
Energy and matter break their bonds,
And change form like water,
Immortal,
Cyclical destruction is inception,
Floods are now the womb...

Though the sea is multiple levels,
Could there still be more?
Centres far but not by travel,
But comprehension or both combined,
Two worlds with man as the centre,
One the body, one soul,
Still the symbol, the simple enigma,
Enduring through all,

Could the distance become so far,
That the two are as one?
A remoteness beyond understanding,
Beyond black holes and the ending of matter,
Come the cycle we'll assume some vessel again,
As nothingness foretold,
Extremes meet and the spirit of water infused,
Transmutation not death!

We are sailing through aeons...
So much beauty to find...

Irony of all this searching in circles,
In more than one sense of the matter at hand,
Sufi dance,
Feeding the snake its own tail for eternity,
Truth and lie all just perspective.

Moving in concentric circles we are travelling on,
Drop upon the sea of seas one moment never gone,
Moving in concentric circles we are travelling on,
Moving with the rain of aeons life and death as one,

We are travelling on...